Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritius and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Jeff Lynne,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.